Big Mac Attack!

After about an hour of talking with himself in the bathroom mirror, Big Mac made his way downstairs and went into the kitchen. It was completely barren except for a few plates in the sink and a couple of spots on the table.

"Now I wonder where everypony done went ta'?" Big Mac questioned. He looked down at the list that he had and he found Granny Smith as his first 'chore'. He nodded and looked into the living area where she would usually sit in her rocking chair. She wasn't there.

Big Mac blinked and walked out the front door. He noticed that the barn door was open and he suddenly looked a little frightened. "Uhoh."

As he approached the barn he could hear the frantic crying of his little sister Applebloom.

"OOH AJ! YA WER' THE BEST SISTER A FOAL COULD ASK FOR!" Applebloom said as she held her forehooves around her two great friends and fellow Crusaders, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo who were both in tears as well.

Big Mac looked around the barn with a grimace. How could he have been so careless as to not take care of Applejack's body while he had the time?

Applebloom looked up at Big Mac with her large bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. "Oh Mac! It's horrible! Ah just found Applejack near the thresher! Her head is all... gone!" She let out a loud sob and Big Mac sighed.

Could he skip a few names off of his list? This is the time to do it.

Big Mac held onto the little foals with his one large forehoof, taking them into a tight hug.

Clearly, the foals appreciated his warmth and strong embrace as they had wrapped thier tiny hooves around Big Mac's body as best as they could.

Big Mac walked over to the thresher and he turned it on, the blades starting spinning and the motor was in full throttle. The little filly's looked at Mac with a look of bewilderment. "B-Big Mac. What are ya' doin'?"

"Yeah! What's going on here, Mac? Let us go!" Scootaloo yelled as she fluttered her little chicken wings.

"Don't get us near that thing! It's really scary!" Sweetie Belle said with a look of complete fear in her eyes.

"Ah wouldn't worry girls, ya' will be seein' Applejack real soon." Big Mac smiled as he walked towards the front of the machine, the blades spinning wildly and the motor roaring.

The little fillies had no idea what Mac was doing, but they wanted to get away from the machine as fast as they could. So they kept kicking and screaming in Big Mac's powerful grip but to no avail.

Big Mac smirked. "Cutie Mark Crusaders... mulchin' time."

The fillies screamed and tried to pull away from Big Mac, but he managed to kick off Sweetie Belle. She fell into the thresher with a half-scream as the blades had swallowed her whole. The machine made loud grinding noises and blood had shot from both the front of the machine as well as the back. Only a few bloodied curls of purple hair, bone fragments, and a lot of blood came spewing out and hit the wall behind it. Applebloom and Scootaloo had watched in horror as one of their friends were grinded into mulch. Blood had spewed onto them in a million droplets as Sweetie Belle fell inside.

Scootaloo was next. She held onto Big Mac's arms and she screamed and flapped those tiny wings of hers. She tried to get away, but she simply didn't have the strength to overpower the working stallion.

"APPLEBLOOM! I KNOW I WON'T MAKE IT, PLEASE TELL RAINBOW DASH I LOV-" was all Scootaloo managed to make out as one of her wings was caught in the thresher, ripping it off with ease. She yelled horribly, and she looked up at Mac with those horrified eyes.

He shrugged and threw her inside, grinding her up and her bits of body hitting the wall just as Sweetie Belle's had.

Applebloom stopped struggling and just accepted her fate. She looked up at her big brother with a look of fear and sadness in her eyes. "...Why, Big Mac? Why?"

Big Mac thought for a moment and sighed. He placed Applebloom down on the ground and left her shivering out of pure fear and adrenaline.

"Oh, lil' sis. You don't know what it's like always workin' all tha' time. It's backbreakin'! I only wanted a bit of a break, then I kept on gettin' bombarded with these chores and duties. Mah mind couldn't take no more of it!" Big Mac turned and walked a few steps away from the thresher, and Applebloom followed.

"Big Mac.. You're just sick.. We need you to get to the hospital or somethin'! You done went and killed my bestest friends in the whole world.." Applebloom said only getting a few hooves away from Big Mac, which was a mistake.

Big Mac thought about it for a moment. "Eeeeenope." Big Mac sneered and lunged his back legs towards his little sister, bucking her square in the chest and up into the still working thresher. She had no time to let out a scream as her body was grounded into mulch and thrown against the wall.

Big Mac smiled at his handiwork and took Applejack's corpse and threw it into the thresher as well. The machine had to work a little harder to grind and ground this body into a bloodied mulch, but it did so all the same.

Big Mac took out his little list and a quill from the yoke he wore and marked out three of the names. "Heh. Easy."

Big Mac still noticed the first name. Granny Smith. Where in Equestria would she be though?

He turned the thresher off and he put a couple bales of hay onto the bloodied mangled mess on the ground. He looked up at the rather large spot of blood on the barn wall and he took a bucket of yellow-ish clear liquid and he walked out of the barn, pouring it's contents over everything he could see. The wall, the floor, the machines, the pigs, the hay, the wooden beams, and even the few buckets of apples.

Big Mac walked out of the barn trailing the liquid with him as he walked backwards.

Mac smiled and took two rocks together, he placed one on top of another and he stomped on it, making the rocks clash together roughly and a spark flying down onto the liquid. Making an immediate fire line straight towards the barn.

The barn burned and burned. Eventually, the flames were so high that they could be clearly seen from Ponyville. Maybe even from Canterlot!

Big Mac nodded and he went back into the home, where he found Granny Smith napping in her rocking chair in the front room. Big Mac knew that the little old mare was slow, but my my she gets around.

Big Mac took advantage of the frail mare's sleeping state and he simply took his hoof and gave her one good jab on her weakened bones. It broke her neck and her deep breathing and snoring had stopped for good.

He marked another off of his list.

"Well, time for bed." Big Mac yawned. He trotted upstairs and went into his room, looking out the window to see the barn still ablaze and the black smoke filling the darkening sky.

"Good nigh', Mac." Mirror Mac had called from his usual mirror on the wall.

"Nigh', buddy." Mac had finally fallen asleep. It was his first real peaceful sleep since had been a foal. Who knew murderers could sleep so well?